Current read. I bought it a week or so ago when I realised I’d be waiting over an hour for an appointment I’d been given the wrong time for. I absolutely adore the surrealism of Murakami’s work; he’s like a literary Salvador Dali only not quite as crazy - he uses a style, like Dali, that’s quite detailed, realistic and figurative, and applies it to a subject matter that twists the world in a brilliant and engaging way.

And my fiancé is convinced that he’s a ninja.

Guest starring me and my stupid hair :)

I've done a rudimentary clean-up job for the night's work. Tonight, darling readers, is the night that I get back into writing again. I did a little work (read: one paragraph) whilst in Ireland but was generally too distracted for much - I had to make the most of my time there, after all - and the few days after coming back, my heart just wasn't in it.

Smiller's party was two days ago; the TV/Film themed one, anyway. I didn't go to the GaGa themed one - parties traditionally leave me crippled for three days so two in a row would have been pushing it a bit. I managed to finish my hat (le joys!) and my costume was as follows...

• Aforementioned hat.
• "Swiss cheese" armwarmers in pink + black stripes.
• Burgundy floral shirt with frilly cuffs + collar.
• Flared jeans shortened by four inches.
• Floral waistcoat in pale greens + pinks.
• Green patterned shoes.

Technically it was a fancy dress party, but I was one of the most dressed up there. Most people just wore your typical casual party stuff, or were in fancy dress but you could hardly tell. For my first fancy dress party, I think I did good. I made a convincing Mad Hatter, and most of the stuff was straight out of my own wardrobe. The sirt and the waistcoat were together less than a fiver - huzzah for charity shops! - and everything else not handmade was bought ages ago.

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